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Nightmares

I
was walking to Ginny's room because Ron had disappeared somewhere
without telling anyone again. I hate when he does that. What if
something happens to him when he's on one of his one-man adventures
and nobody knows where he is so they can help him? And I was
beginning to feel lonely because everyone had left. I had said was
going to go with them but decided to stay because I still hadn't
done any of my holiday work and school was only two months away. I
also wanted to persuade Ron to get started on his because Merlin
knows if I didn't make him do it, he wouldn't start on it until
the last two weeks of holiday. The rest of his family had left half
an hour earlier and I still hadn't started on anything. As I
walked by Ron's room, I heard something shuffling in there. I
opened my mouth to speak and raised my fist to knock on his door but
the sound I heard made me stop in midair. He was calling my name but
it didn't sound right. It was kind of choked out.

Different
things started going through my head. What's wrong with him? Is
he having a nightmare about me or something? I had to find out.
"Ron," I called out in a frightful voice, pounding on the door.
I tried to open it but it was locked. I head some ruffling and a
thump and what was that metal sound? "Let me in." I heard a
groan and my heart leapt in my throat. Oh my god, something was
wrong with him. He must be having a fit or something. I didn't
have to think twice about what I did next. I took my wand out of my
pocket and aimed. But, before I could utter any words, the door
flung open to show a very exhausted looking Ronald Weasley.

He
took a look at my wand and got a very angry expression on his face.
"What in bloody hell do you think you're doing?" he asked
hoarsely. "I thought you went out with the rest of them and why is
your wand out?"

I
looked at him and took in the sight. His hair was ruffled like he'd
been sleeping and he was breathing hard and very sweaty. My face was
full of worry. I could feel the worry lines coming out across my
forehead. "What happened Ron?" I asked reaching up to touch his
forehead.

His
eyes got wide at my touch and stepped away from me quickly turning
around almost embarrassed. "I heard you groaning. What is it?
Did you hurt yourself? Did you have a nightmare?"

He
turned around with a look of bewilderment on his face, which had also
seemed to turn red. I guess he saw how worried I looked and found it
amusing because he started laughing. "A nightmare?" he asked
with a smile. "Yeah, I guess someone might describe it like that?"

"Are
you alright?" I asked frowning, moving closer to him because he
kept moving away from me. "I hope it wasn't too bad."

He
chuckled and I thought I hear him say something about it actually
being good. "What did you say?" I asked.

"Nothing,"
he said quickly, his face, if possible, getting even redder.

"Ron,"
I said impatiently. "Are you sure you're alright? Do you want
to talk about it?"

"I'm
fine Hermione," he told me, his voice returning to normal. "And
no, I didn't have a nightmare."

"It's
all right if you're embarrassed about having a nightmare," I said
shaking my heat at him. "You know a lot of boys your age have
them. It's nothing to be ashamed about."

"I
am not ashamed and it wasn't a nightmare," he said through
gritted teeth.

I
could tell I was pushing a nerve but my curiosity was getting the
best of me and I couldn't stop nagging me. "It's okay if you
want to talk about it," I said ignoring his last statement. "I'm
a good listener you know. Maybe I could help you with whatever
you're having a problem with."

I
saw him raise an eyebrow at that but it seemed like he quickly shook
whatever thought he was having out of his head because the next thing
I knew, he was trying to shove me out of his bedroom. "Fine," he
said guiding me to the door and saying very unconvincingly. "I had
a nightmare. But I'm okay now. So you can leave."

"Was
it about me?" I asked hoping to get through to him. If only he
would just let it out, he would see how much relief he could get and
how much better he would feel.

"What!?!"
he squeaked. His mouth was open for a couple of seconds before he
found his voice again. "Why...I mean...what makes you think it was
about you?"

"I
heard you," I said softly, putting a hand on his arm. I wonder why
I never noticed how muscular his arm was before. "You groaned my
name. If you don't want to talk about it, it's okay but I really
think you should. It would make you feel loads better."

I
noticed he gulped hard when I touched him but he suddenly opened his
eyes wide when I said that and said, "You're right. I would
probably feel better if I talked about it...but I'm not going to so
can you please leave my room?"

"No,"
I yelled releasing my hand off him and crossed the room, sitting on
his bed. "I am not leaving until you tell me."

He
groaned loudly and seemed almost desperate standing there by the
door. "Hermione please," he whined. "You don't want to know
what happened in here. Trust me."

"But
I do Ron," I said folding my arms determined to stay until he told
me. "And I am not leaving your room until you tell me and neither
are you." I raised my arm still holding my wand and did a quick
incantation. The door slammed shut with a loud bang.

Ron
looked horrified and ran to the door trying to open it. It wouldn't
budge. I looked at it satisfied. Ron gave up trying to open it and
asked, "What the hell did you do to my door?"

"A
simple locking charm," I said matter of fact. "That door won't
open for an hour. So either you can stay in here bored out of your
mind for an hour or you can tell me what happened."

Ron
gave an exasperated sigh and groaned out loud. "I'm being
totally honest with you Hermione," he said pacing the room. "You
do not want to know."

"Yes
I do," I yelled fiercely. I was starting to get fed up with this.
What was so bad about a stupid dream that he didn't want to say?
"You're going to tell me and you're going to tell me now."

Ron
looked astonished at my outburst and a smile slowly crept on his
face. "Fine," he said moving toward me. "I give in but I'm
telling you Hermione, you're gonna be sorry the day you pushed
Ronald Weasley too far."

I
had no idea what he meant by that but I was satisfied I had finally
gotten him to agree. "You're gonna be sorry you know," he said
repeating his words.

"I
highly doubt that," I said getting comfortable on his bed waiting
for him to start talking.

He
started to look a little embarrassed and finally started talking.
"Okay," he said once again pacing back and forth. "I lied to
you. It wasn't a nightmare I was having. But I can't tell you
about. I have to show you."

"Show
me?" I asked confused.

"Yes,"
he said with more confidence and I thought I saw somewhat of a look
of arrogance on his face. "If you get scared, don't say I didn't
warn you and if your locking charm is good...well, that's your own
fault. It's not what you think. I guarantee it."

"Just
get on with it," I said starting to get nervous.

"Okay,
but I don't know if you're gonna want to stay on this bed," he
said moving onto it settling in beside me. "It could get a bit
messy."

I
looked at him curiously but decided to stand my ground. "I think I
can handle it," I said putting on more courage than I felt.

"We'll
see in a few minutes," he said grinning. "Oh and because you're
making me do this, you have to promise me you won't take your eyes
off me."

I
was confused by his request but agreed after a minute. After all, I
had pretty much forced him into this situation. "Alright," I
said hesitantly. I was starting to get this feeling like I was in
for a big surprise. Damn me for being so curious.

He
smiled and gave me a look I had never seen before and I felt this
really warm feeling hit in an area that I probably shouldn't be
thinking about at the moment. After another minute, I would soon be
wrong.

He
looked down at himself motioning me to do the same and I gasped as I
saw his hand move down to his crotch and start to rub himself. All I
could do was sit there with my mouth open. He let out a soft moan as
the palm of his hand rubbed hard against his area. After a few
moments, he wrapped his hand around himself through his trousers and
his head fell back against the pillows and his legs fell open himself
more room to rub. I tried to close my eyes but a hand reached over
to grab my head, "Look at me," he said hoarsely. My eyes flew
open at the desperation in his voice and looked into his glassy ones.
"You promised."

I
let out a breath I had obviously been holding when I saw him
breathing heavily. The hand that had grabbed my neck slipped under
his trousers and I could see and hear in his groans that he was
touching flesh. "Oh shit," he moaned as his hand moved up and
down slowly. I had an urge to jump and run out of the room but I had
put the damned charm on it. But I couldn't move, even if I wanted
to, which I didn't think I did, I couldn't. My body was frozen
to the spot where I sat next to Ron's withering body. All I could
focus on was his heavy breathing and the moans and groans that
escaped his mouth from all the pleasure he was providing himself. I
looked at his face and it was twisted in pleasure. Through all this,
he looked over at me and unconsciously licked his lips. I bit my lip
at the sight and watched as he closed his eyes and groaned loudly.
Looking at him look at me was the most erotic thing I have ever seen
and I wasn't scared at all. In fact, this whole experience was a
total turn on. I couldn't deny it. It took all the control I had
in me not to join him. I heard the sound of a zipper and immediately
my head turned to look at where the sound came from and I gasped
loudly as my breath caught in my throat. He started moving his
trousers along with his boxers down his thigh until finally it was
free. I had never seen anything so beautiful in my life. I had seen
them in pictures and books but never had I seen one in real life and
God help me, it was huge. I suddenly realized then how heavy my
breathing had gotten and little sounds were starting to escape my
lips. He left it there resting, pointing at his stomach when I heard
him whisper hungrily, "This is what happens when I think about you
Hermione."

I
heard myself whimper as his true revelation was revealed and I wanted
to look at him tell me this but I couldn't take my eyes off it.
"And this is what I do when it becomes too much to handle," he
grabbed himself and started stroking once again as he groaned softly.
"And actually seeing you is sometimes too much. This is what you
heard. You heard me doing this...and calling out your name."

I
moaned at the sound of his voice. I had never imagined a man's
voice could sound so sexy. "Oh gods, Hermione," he groaned
stroking faster and faster.

"Oh
Ron," I heard myself say in a voice I had never used before. It
sounded close in hoarseness to his own.

His
eyes flew open at the sound of my voice. I couldn't take it
anymore. My head went down and I crushed my lips against his. His
free hand grabbed my hair and pushed my head down harder on his as he
pushed his tongue into my mouth. We both moaned at the feeling.
"Hermione," he grunted out my name. The bed was shaking
violently as he stroked faster and faster. "I'm gonna come
Hermione."

He
groaned against my lips. Louder than I had ever heard him groan, his
hand still clinging to my hair. I could tell he wasn't doing it on
purpose but as his orgasm hit, he clutched it and pulled it harder
and harder. But it felt so, pardon my French, fucking good. It took
a few minutes for his orgasm to subside and when it did, he turned
his head and smiled weakly at me. "I told you it wasn't what you
thought."

I
smiled down at him and bent my neck to kiss him softly. I pulled
back and smiled cunningly, an idea coming to my mind. "What are
you smirking at?" he asked tucking himself back in, zipping and
buttoning up his trousers.

"I
just realized," I said giving his neck small kisses. "That
charming spell on the door lasts another half hour. And I thought
since you showed me your nightmare, it would only be fair..... to
show you mine."

A/N:
Hey guys, it's me again with another of my stupid thoughts that I
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